Sorry to my blog
My apologies for my bad attitude towards my blog on 21st March 2005.
Coldplay's music play in a soothing tune in the background. Myself and Pang walk down along and endless track. Kicking stones. Looking around. Relaxing. Its one of those rare experience you get. Trekking with an mp3 player humming away. The sun was great. Bright and warm, not hot. An out of the norm chill out experience.
Along one of the main axis, at the edge of the vegetation a bike parks lonely with some palm fruit on its back. Just next to it is a small opening, indicative of a small track that bashes deep within. It is almost apparent that there is someone inside. We thought we should check it out.
Its really nice to have music when you are bashing. It didn't go as deep in as we expected but what we saw was really unexpected. An old man squats beside what seems to be a trap, made out of simpe wooden planks nailed together. He squats there and look at us with deep black eyes, saying nothing till we take the initiative to speak up. I can't help but took notice of his attire. It seems that the shirt he is wearing has been his combat outfit since his youthful days. There were holes all across, his pants as well and I wonder what this old man has gone through. What perils he must have experience in his 30 years of catching wild boars. Pang can hardly speak mandarin, so it kinda makes alot of sense he had no freaking idea what that old man was saying so I became a translator. The tale he told was simple, yet heart warming.
The remainder of my monday went by fast. I came home feeling rather pathetic though. The lonely, jaded and uninterested feeling of depression has been with me for days. Somehow when you feel screwed up inside, you tend to screw things up in reality as well. This is what happened.
I went online to find people to talk to. And there she was but rain seems busy so I didn't bother her. It was after sometime that she started talking. And I guess the problem of tension between us arise out of not misunderstandings. But rather, I am simply too frank and open with my emotions. Imagine telling someone straight out that you think you 2 don't have much to talk about recently. And then saying you are not in the mood to talk. Well, its possible for people to accept this and I guess thats the case. But somehow, I just felt bad. Afterall its never nice blowing off anybody in this manner. And so out of guilt I thought I should talk to her and so i triend. But then, she wanted to go off and study already. Its really quite a no issue thing. Nothing to worry about I trust but, I just felt like crap because it all felt so messed up. Thats even more so on top of the shit feeling I already had.Good thing is that its over now.
I went around bugis junction alone for like 3 hours. Wah i wionder why I can do 8hrs non stop road march, but 3 hrs shopping can kill me. ANyway my dad is back with tequila for me. haha. And I am really feeling much better today. yeah. Its time to book in. Well. I hope someone enjoy venice cos its really a nice place. And, it ain't really that good being frank all the time too. Just make sure people around you are happy. Thats actually more important than being frank.I guess.
Coldplay's music play in a soothing tune in the background. Myself and Pang walk down along and endless track. Kicking stones. Looking around. Relaxing. Its one of those rare experience you get. Trekking with an mp3 player humming away. The sun was great. Bright and warm, not hot. An out of the norm chill out experience.
Along one of the main axis, at the edge of the vegetation a bike parks lonely with some palm fruit on its back. Just next to it is a small opening, indicative of a small track that bashes deep within. It is almost apparent that there is someone inside. We thought we should check it out.
Its really nice to have music when you are bashing. It didn't go as deep in as we expected but what we saw was really unexpected. An old man squats beside what seems to be a trap, made out of simpe wooden planks nailed together. He squats there and look at us with deep black eyes, saying nothing till we take the initiative to speak up. I can't help but took notice of his attire. It seems that the shirt he is wearing has been his combat outfit since his youthful days. There were holes all across, his pants as well and I wonder what this old man has gone through. What perils he must have experience in his 30 years of catching wild boars. Pang can hardly speak mandarin, so it kinda makes alot of sense he had no freaking idea what that old man was saying so I became a translator. The tale he told was simple, yet heart warming.
The remainder of my monday went by fast. I came home feeling rather pathetic though. The lonely, jaded and uninterested feeling of depression has been with me for days. Somehow when you feel screwed up inside, you tend to screw things up in reality as well. This is what happened.
I went online to find people to talk to. And there she was but rain seems busy so I didn't bother her. It was after sometime that she started talking. And I guess the problem of tension between us arise out of not misunderstandings. But rather, I am simply too frank and open with my emotions. Imagine telling someone straight out that you think you 2 don't have much to talk about recently. And then saying you are not in the mood to talk. Well, its possible for people to accept this and I guess thats the case. But somehow, I just felt bad. Afterall its never nice blowing off anybody in this manner. And so out of guilt I thought I should talk to her and so i triend. But then, she wanted to go off and study already. Its really quite a no issue thing. Nothing to worry about I trust but, I just felt like crap because it all felt so messed up. Thats even more so on top of the shit feeling I already had.Good thing is that its over now.
I went around bugis junction alone for like 3 hours. Wah i wionder why I can do 8hrs non stop road march, but 3 hrs shopping can kill me. ANyway my dad is back with tequila for me. haha. And I am really feeling much better today. yeah. Its time to book in. Well. I hope someone enjoy venice cos its really a nice place. And, it ain't really that good being frank all the time too. Just make sure people around you are happy. Thats actually more important than being frank.I guess.
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